Recovery (Conor Maynard AU)

Chapter Four|Unexpected

Song of the chapter "Friends" by Justin Bieber bc I am feeling it.

The days passed by, the weekend came and ended and another new week began.

It was an ordinary Monday morning at school and everything seemed to be just normal. No one annoyed me too much, Ashley was not in sight and my lovely friends were with me. For once school was bearable – I thought.

First class in the morning was French for me. It was not my favourite, but it was alright. I had always been interested in different languages, so French was not that hard for me. What made French lessons rather hard was the fact that Ashley attended the same course as me.

Thankfully we only had two courses together, that being French and Biology, but I still would have preferred it if we had no classes together – or if she didn't even attend the same school as me, now that would be amazing. But I mean since we are in a hellhole there has to be a devil. Our devil is a blonde female with fake nails and that bitch attitude.

"Get up." Ashley's oh so annoying voice entered my ears and made me grimace just the slightest. Looking up at her with an unimpressed expression, I patiently waited for her to elaborate. Why did I have to put up with her on a Monday morning ?

"Are you deaf ?" she asked, slamming a hand on my desk. "Get the fuck up."

Pressing my lips together to a thin line, I bent down and grabbed my bag from the floor. I was not going to argue with her or say anything at all for that matter. Getting up and walking past her to go sit at one of the empty desks in the back of the room, I heaved a sigh to myself. Not giving it too much thought, I plopped down on the chair.

Way to start out a new week.

Taking out the new book I had started to read the other night, I continued to read until the teacher arrived. As per usual she was late. The day went on and I kept reading in boring classes and paying attention in interesting ones. Nothing exciting happened, it was just a regular day, that left me impatiently waiting for it to end.

At lunch, I was alone. Grace and Nathan were at the library to get some books, so that I was left waiting for them. This was the first time since a week, that I set foot in the cafeteria. I sat at the table in the corner of the cafeteria since there were not too many people crowded in the back of the cafeteria. I was happily munching on my sandwich and reading my book. Reading seemed like a thing I always did. Once again thanking God for the existence of books, I allowed myself to get lost in the story. I was so sucked up that I almost didn't notice the presence of someone standing in front of me. But the shadow of the person that fell on my book, did draw my attention. My eyes stopped moving further onto the next sentence and travelled up to be met with a pair of blue eyes.

I momentarily froze and then I frowned.

Was he for real ? What the hell was he doing here when his girlfriend was sitting right across the room ? Slowly but surely I was getting fed up with this guy. I was perfectly fine by myself, reading my book. Why had he decided to show up ? I felt my palms become sweaty, as I realized how uncomfortable I felt. All I was asking for was to stay out of trouble. But the more I tried to stay out of trouble, the more did I seem to attract it.

Silently watching him, I slightly raised an eyebrow. I was a lot of things, but not stupid. My senses were telling me something was off, this was not usual, it was strange. There was no way in hell Conor would have come here without a reason. This felt way to unnatural, for it to be real. Looking past Conor and to Ashley on the other side of the cafeteria, I felt my jaw lock. What were they up to ?

My eyes wandering back to Conor, I couldn't help but take in the whole sight of him. His white t-shirt fitted him just well and I found myself admiring him. He sure as hell was handsome, but that was not decisive. Looking him in the eyes again, I waited. Were we going to stare at each other or why had he made the effort to walk here ? It was getting harder and harder to hold his gaze.